I fell into a well.
I tried the best I could to scream and yell.
I tried to grab the sides to climb back up, but there I had no such luck.
“What the ****, what the ****** ******* ****”
Stuck in the muck, trapped in my little hell hole, and for sure; I know I shall die down here.
It’s wet and I’m cold.
I’m shaking.
What can I do? Nothing, nothing, nothing.
I find myself lost, trapped in emptiness.
I’m cold and I’m lost, no one shall ever find me here.
Here in this rocky well, with my blood smeared from climbing on the sides here.
No one will ever know I’m here.
But where is here if you dare to ask.
All I have left is this small flask.
My heart it bled, when I fell down this well, but as you may not know, it’s not a real well.
It might as well be, with a hole this deep, that pulls me back and won’t leave me be.
This ache in my soul, it follows me.
It follows me in the depths of the darkness in my mind.
I try to climb.
I try to get out but I’m lost here, in the shadows of the dark.
My skin becomes wet, my heart feels hollow, melting into nothing with these empty shadows.
“Pull me out! I scream
But no one can hear.
So I linger.
I wait, until the ladder appears.
Your hand reaches out to me and I climb.
Every time I fall in, you somehow find me.
You always try to save me, but somehow I’ll always find myself, back in the well.